I’m so focused on his mouth, I don’t even notice Meg carefully removing the cock ring until she sucks me down. “Fuck,” I grit out.
“Relax,” Hades murmurs, as if that’s even in the realm of possibilities. “Let her reward you.”
“Wait,” I manage.
Neither of them stop. Of course they don’t. I didn’t say my safe word. I have no fucking intention of saying it either, but even through my haze of pleasure, I can tell this isn’t quite right. “Meg.” I can’t quite catch my breath. “Ride my cock. Please.”
She slowly lifts her head. Even through the scene, I can see the strange vulnerability in her eyes. Tonight hasn’t quite fixed the missteps Hades and I have made along the way. Some wounds have to be healed with words and actions, not just fucking. I don’t care. I hurt her, and the desire to make things right overpowers everything else. “Please,” I repeat.
“Greedy boy.” Hades’s voice in my ear is more tempting than the devil himself. “Give him what he wants, love. He’s more than earned it.”
I’m not done, though. I look at him. “I want her to ride my cock. I want you to make her come.”
His lifts his brows, but he doesn’t give me a window to his soul the same way Meg does. Hades is an enigma. That’s fine. He can keep his thoughts to himself. This isn’t about him. It’s about her. Finally, he nods. “As I said, you’ve more than earned us honoring such a
pleasurable request.”
Meg finally nods. “Okay. Lie down on the couch. Arms behind your back and clasp your elbows.”
I obey and we all shift to accommodate. The new position arches my back and ensures I can’t touch her. A perfect kind of agony. She moves to straddle me and Hades follows suit, straddling my thighs directly at Meg’s back. Holy shit, I didn’t think this through. It’s one thing to be between them, overwhelmed by the sensations of them fucking me. It’s entirely another to have Meg sinking onto my aching cock and Hades’s fully clothed darkness behind her. Both of them watching my face, both of them predatory in the most delicious way possible.
Meg leans forward and presses her palms to my sensitive nipples as she rolls her hips, fucking me slowly in an entirely different way than she was not too long ago. Hades mirrors her movements, cupping her breasts and playing his long fingers along her nipples. “You did good work, love.” He’s not talking to me, not with his lips pressed to the spot behind her ear, not with her eyes sliding closed even as he shifts one hand down the center of her body to stroke her clit. It’s as if I’m not here, as if my cock is just as much a toy as the ones in the chest behind his desk. It should infuriate me, but it’s just as agonizingly sexy as everything else we’ve done tonight.
Use me. I don’t say the worlds aloud. I don’t want to break the spell that the three of us have woven tonight. If that requires my silence to begin to repair the harm done, to ensure that this is Meg’s night, then I’m more than happy to oblige.
“I know,” she breathes and her hands fall away from my chest. She sounds like a different person, some of her dominance bleeding away as she leans back against him, still grinding down on my cock. Fuck, but they’re beautiful together. The brightest star and the darkest night, both made better by the presence of the other.
If only they realized it.
“Take him deeper.” Hades urges her to slam down harder on my cock. Meg moans and lets her head fall back on Hades’s shoulder. He keeps up those low words, winding her pleasure tighter and tighter around us. “Just like that. Such a pretty cock he has, don’t you think?”
“Yes.”
“I picked him just for you. Hercules and his pretty cock.” He meets my gaze as he says it, and we have a moment of perfect understanding. Anything for her. We may go about it in different ways—we will always go about it in different ways—but the goal is still the same. Meg’s pleasure. Her happiness. I don’t fool myself into thinking it’s Hades’s only goal. He’s admitted as much that it’s not. But he loves her, no matter how strange their relationship is to me.
Not as strange as it used to seem. I can see the lines of it now, am beginning to understand exactly what it is they offer each other. Just like I can see the gaps neither one of them are capable of filling. I don’t even know if they realize the lack. They must, at least on some level, or I wouldn’t be here in this position, acting the part of their third. I could fill those gaps for them, I could be the softness to their jagged edges.